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~ Pixiewolf

Serenity walked slowly through the park next to her apartment, her hand clutched tightly around her coffee cup. She breathed in deeply, letting the rich aroma of coffee wash over her. It was the start of another boiling hot summer day. It didn't matter. She sipped slowly as she walked, savouring the taste. She was on her way to meet Seto at his office. She savoured these few precious moments during the summer the schedule gods gave her with no school and no work.

It seemed like no time at all before she was standing in front of the modern glass building that dominated Domino's skyline on a clear day. She was just about to enter when she noticed Seto exiting the building from an adjacent door. As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, the sheer beauty of it, framed by rich brown hair, was forever a surprise to her. She waved awkwardly at him, suddenly self-conscious.

I wonder if he will ask me about last night?

She dropped her hand into her pocket trying to look confident and casual, failing miserably at both. And then he was just there, standing in front of her. The sun making him glow like some sort of fallen angel. It took her breath away. She felt the blush of embarrassment creep into her face as she clutched awkwardly at the words stuck in her throat. It was as if the confident and bold woman from the time before had vanished and had been replaced by a girl experiencing the first blush of romance.

She breathed out and gathered her courage. She would not lose to her fears, or self-doubt.

"Hi Seto. Ready for lunch." She couldn't help herself. She smiled at him. She really had been excited to see him.

He couldn't help himself. He brought his hand up to cup her face. Her smile had sent his heart racing. No one had ever smiled at him like that. Her honey coloured eyes filled with joy and excitement and mischief. Suddenly very aware that he was in public he moved his hand to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear before shoving his hand into his pocket.

"My car is waiting."

He turned trying desperately to regain some semblance of control over his emotions. He had never met anyone who could shake his normally iron clad self-control. He felt the mask of his composure slip neatly back into place during the few seconds it took them to reach the waiting car. He turned back to Serenity holding his hand out for her. He stifled his annoyance when she hesitated to take his outstretched hand.

"I don't bite."

She narrowed her eyes at him and took his hand, letting him help her into the car before sliding in after her. He stifled a laugh as he watched her scramble to reach for her seatbelt before he had a chance to help her. His mind wandered back to the first time he had offered her a ride in his car. He had no idea what had possessed him to reach across her. Just the memory of the feeling of her against him was enough to break his careful self-control.

I wonder what she tastes like?

He could feel his body react to the thought of tasting her. Of having her all to himself. He banished the thought as he buckled himself in. The car pulled smoothly away from the curb as they headed towards one of his favourite lunch spot near the waterfront. They sat in silence for a time. Silence didn't bother Seto. He actually preferred it in most cases to the banal conversation of most of the people he was forced to speak too. But now in this moment he felt the silence to be oppressive. It didn't help that Serenity had settled herself as far from him as possible. She seemed to be utterly engrossed with looking out the window of the car her hands clasped loosely in her lap. He found himself with the overwhelming urge to touch her.

I would be easy to make her yours. To bend her to your will.

He felt his hand move from his leg down to the seat between them before he stopped it suddenly, the realization of what he was about to do hitting him.

The car stopped. He heard the click of her seatbelt and the door open, derailing his train of thought. Pulling off his jacket and dropping it in the car before closing the door. He walked around to where Serenity was standing and then started walking across the street. After a few seconds he noticed he was alone. Turning around he saw Serenity running to catch up. He gave her a questioning look.

"I've never seen you without your jacket. You look different." He heard her hesitation at the word different and raised an eyebrow.

"Um no not different. That sounds weird right? Oh this isn't right. All I wanted to say was that you look good without your jacket and now I sound silly. I'm sor-"

He couldn't help himself. His lips met hers. And everything stopped. And she moved into him. He slid his hand around until it cupped the back of her neck. His tongue slipped between her lips, his other hand sliding across her denim clad hip to the hem of her shirt and across the naked expanse of her lower back. It was the mouth, just that generous and tempting mouth he'd thought he'd wanted. But the moment he'd tasted it, he'd wanted all of her. She was pressed against him her small, firm breasts pressed again his chest. He could hear the hum of passion that sounded in her throat, all but taste it as her mouth moved eagerly on his. He wanted to forget the patience and control he'd taught himself to live by, and just ravage. Here. The violence of the need all but erupted inside him. Here and now. He would have too had she not in that moment pulled away from him, panting and flushed her hand resting against his chest.

She felt herself go rigid; still, she only stood there, the breath backing up in her lungs and her pulse throbbing hard and thick.

"I've never met anyone like you before Serenity." He said it softly when his lips were an inch from hers. The kiss hovered there, a breath away until the hand she'd levered against his chest relaxed. She didn't let herself think. If she had, even for an instant, she would have known she was breaking all the rules. But she'd wanted to see, wanted to know. Wanted to feel. She leaned into him again. Her lips meeting his slowly at first.

His mouth was soft and warm, heat gathered inside her like a fireball. With a kind of edgy delight, she felt herself go damp. She broke the kiss then. Needing to breathe and suddenly very aware that they were in public. She grieved at the loss of his touch as he stepped away from her. Self-consciously she straightened her top, trying not to look him directly in the eyes. Her passion had both surprised and terrified her. Her previous paramours' had never elicited the sort of lust she struggled against every time she saw Seto.

"Shall we?"

She looked up then. Finally meeting Seto's eyes. He wore the same icy look she had seen time and time again whenever he dueled. Her stomach growled loudly and she looked down.

His laugh was deep and rich. She couldn't help herself from grinning back at him.

"I guess I'm hungrier than I thought!"

He held out his hand to her, his eyes still sparkling with mischief, "come on, I know a place."

She slid her hand into his and they walked deeper into the park along the lake edge. It was a nice day and the park was full of people. She was surprised when they stopped suddenly in front of a hot dog cart. She registered dimly the sound of Seto ordering two hot dogs and then one being handed to her. She looked down at her meal and then back up at him.

"Don't give me that look. What am I not allowed to enjoy street meat?"

Serenity grinned letting go of his hand to reach for condiments.

"I just never pictured you eating a hot dog. You know eating what the rest of us mere mortals eat."

"Really?"

They turned away from the cart and walked together towards an empty bench in front of the lake eating their food as they walked. She finished hers just as they reached the bench.

"Yah. You always seemed so aloof anytime I saw you dueling or on TV. And the way you spoke to my brother-" she left the sentence unfinished. She hadn't intended to bring up her brother or the past or dueling but her curiosity had overcome her restraint.

He was silent for a long time as he stared out over the pond she thought he might not answer her, when he spoke, "That was a different time in my life. My step-father died leaving me this enormous company. A company that was struggling financially. Although no one knew it at the time. My brother was so young. I was so young. All I cared about was being the best at dueling and making sure everyone knew it. And Joey he played right into my ego. And now I don't know. It all seems unimportant in the grand scheme. I have nothing to prove anymore but I'm afraid the choices I made have left me with a bit of a reputation. And to be honest that reputation is not necessarily a bad one in the business world."

She thought about their short time together. He hadn't acted at all the way she remembered. He was still a powerful commanding man who dominated any room he entered but he wasn't cruel or petty.

She nodded her head, "no I have to say you aren't at all like that person I met all those years ago. Just like I'm not the same person you met back then either."

"We grew up."

She felt her heart flutter in response. He was right. They had been little more than teenagers. Now they were adults. She felt herself blush at the sudden flash of a very adult Seto laying naked beside her, his hands sliding slowly up her bare skin.

She stood up then, suddenly unable to look him in the eye as she banished the thoughts away.

"That-let's do that," she blurted out pointing at the lake. She was careful to avoid his eyes as she turned her head to look over the lake and the small water craft and the even smaller figures around the water's edge controlling them.

"Do what?" Seto's response was hesitant as he squinted at the lake. Serenity spared him a look and almost burst out laughing at Seto's look of sheer befuddlement. She hid her laugh in a cough bending down so that she was face to face with him.

"Let's race boats!"

She grabbed his hand in a moment of manic excitement and pulled him up off the bench. Seto laughed shaking his head,

"Boats it is."

They walked together in silence, hand in hand, covering the distance to where a large number of people seemed to be gathered around a kiosk at the edge of the lake. Serenity pulled Seto forward up to the kiosk window of RC Boats & More and read through the list of boats for rent and the price list before releasing Seto's hand to reach for her wallet.

"Two please for 30 minutes each."

She handed over the money and pulled one boat off the counter and handed it to Seto. It looked like a speed boat and she wondered at how it could possibly feel so light. She handed Seto his remote control and turned back to the counter to pick up hers.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"What would you say to a little friendly wager?"

He lifted an eyebrow and gave her a look that said I am amazing at everything.

She rolled her eyes, "all right buddy. If I win."

What did she even want from him?

"You have to tell me who I remind you of."

His expression was a mask as he considered her words. A moment later he leaned in to whisper, his voice low.

"And if I win? You have to tell me your fantasy date activity Serenity Wheeler."

When he stood back up he was smirking like a cat that just cornered a mouse.

I just can't let him win that's all there is too it.

"Deal"

1 hour later Serenity gapped, like the rest of his house his master bath was just as opulent. The white marble floors were expectantly warm under her soggy socked feet. The extra-large tub in the corner was more than big enough for two. Serenity felt her face flush with heat at the thought of Seto sitting in that tub, naked. A nervous cough behind her startled her abruptly from her fantasy and she turned to face the woman who had led her to the washroom. The woman held in her arms a towel and a robe. While her expression remained passive her eyes told a different story. Amusement.

Serenity took the robe and the towel from the women, curious as to what this woman, whom she had never met, felt was so funny. Serenity was about to ask her when the maid spoke, her voice soft, her tone even and humourless.

"Please disrobe Miss Wheeler. I will have your clothing laundered post haste."

Serenity was about to object when she caught sight of herself in the enormous gilded mirror over the sink. Her clothes were wet and covered in mud and slime from the lake. And she reeked.

Remind me never to fall into a pond again.

Mind made up she turned her back on the woman and stripped as quickly as she could. After she had handed over her sodden clothes the maid exited without a word. She stepped into a white tiled shower, also built for two she noticed. And turned on the water.

Twenty minutes later she stood nervously before the gilded mirror, her robe cinched tightly at her waist. It felt soft and luxurious against her naked flesh. She ran fingers through her damp hair wondering if her clothes would somehow magically pass through damp and into dry in a matter of minutes. She sighed. She was stalling and she knew it.

She stepped out of the washroom and into the hall. The house was silent. She looked around hopefully for the maid but saw nothing save for closed doors. She walked briskly down the hall, her bare feet making small sounds on the hardwood. She turned a corner and walked smack into Seto Kaiba. She took a small step back rubbing the part of her head that had impacted his shoulder. She looked up at him and frowned. He had already changed into a black dress shirt and jeans. And he smelled amazing. She on the other hand had damp tangled hair and probably still smelled like pond. Plus she was naked under the robe.

She tried to take another step back, hoping to retreat back the washroom.

"Hey maybe my clothes are dry. I'll just go check on them."

He was fast. Well faster than her. His hand had somehow snaked its way around her waist and propelled her through the open door he had walked out of.

"Amelia will let us know when your clothes are ready, why not join me. I was about to sit down to a coffee."

He opened the door to his left. Serenity was about to decline his offer when she smelled that rich aroma that was her downfall.

"Maybe just a cup. To warm up."

His hand still rested on the small of her back as he moved them towards a couch by a large window. A pot of coffee and two cups were already set on a small table next to the couch. She seated herself on the couch. He handed her a cup, black the way she preferred her coffee, before he prepared himself a cup. She knew he was watching her but she didn't care. She had taken a sip of the most wonderful cup of coffee on the planet. She stifled a groan of pleasure as she took a second sip.

She felt the couch shift as he sat beside her, his knee brushing hers. It wasn't until she had nearly finished her cup that she even noticed he was sitting next to her, or that he was still watching her. His beautiful mouth quirked into a look of amusement.

She rested the cup on its saucer and placed it on the coffee table in front of them and turned her body to face him.

"What's so funny?"

"I've just never seen anyone enjoy coffee so much."

She blinked. Crossing her arms in front of her chest very aware of how ridiculous she looked in her puffy white robe.

"I happen to enjoy good cup of coffee, is that so bad."

"Enjoy isn't the word I would use."

She blushed, trying in vain to keep the look of disapproval on her face.

She stood, picking up her cup off the coffee table and tried to walk around him. His hand came to her arm. She looked down at him and took in his long lean figure as he sat completely at ease head turned up, his eyes meeting hers.

"Now there's the matter of our bet."

Serenity felt her mask of composure slip as her eyes slid away from his.

"Bet? What bet?"

She felt rather than saw his smirk and suddenly felt very self-conscious standing in front of him in clothed only in a robe.

"Yes. You owe me a fantasy."

Serenity felt her mouth suddenly go very dry as Seto's fingers brushed hers as he removed the empty cup from her hands and place it back down on the coffee table.

She sat down next to him and picked at the hem of her robe, all thoughts of second cup of coffee long forgotten.

"Mmm-massage."

The word felt heavy in her mouth as she stuttered it out suddenly feeling acutely away of just how juvenile her fantasy probably sounded to someone like him.

"Massage" He stated, confusion flashing across his face.

"Sensual." She said in a voice so quiet he had to strain her hear her.

"That's it?"

Her head snapped up with his words. She could feel herself become irritated with his tone of casual dismissal she forgot her embarrassment.

"What do you mean that's it! You wanted to know what my fantasy date activity was and that's it. What are you going to critique my fantasies now?"

Irritation boiling just below the surface, she crossed her arms in front of herself and leaned back. Head turned away from him.

She felt him stand and walk around the couch. Startled she uncrossed her arms and turned her head back watching with shock as he opened a door she hadn't noticed before and disappeared inside. She waited for a few minutes but when he didn't return she stood up and followed him through the open door, curiosity getting the better of her.

She gasped. It was his closet. His apartment sized closet.

"What on earth would someone need with this many clothes?" She wondered as she walked to the back and turned to see him rummaging in a drawer. The low light in the closet made it impossible to see what he was looking for so she started to walk closer.

"Seto?"

"Found it."

He turned to her triumph written all over his face. He closed the distance quickly and took her hand. She craned her head trying to get a look at whatever he had in his hand. He was already pulling her along with him, back out to the main space. She tried to see what was in his hand now that they were out in a better lit area only to discover he had grabbed a blanket from somewhere.

When they reached the couch he let go of her hand and took a couple of steps forward laying the blanket out on the rug. He turned and grabbed a pillow from the couch and presented it to her a mischievous grin.

She looked from the pillow to bottle in his hand to the blanket spread out on the rug in front of them to his face.

Comprehension hit her like a truck.

"Oh. Seto." She hesitated.

She clutched the pillow to her chest.

"Why not? This is your fantasy after all."

"Seto, friends don't give friend's erotic massages. And is that oil. Oh god! Seto friends don't give friends erotic massages with oil!" Serenity felt the beginning of wetness between her legs.

"Why not? What are you afraid of Serenity?"

His icy blue stare challenged her to disagree with him.

Her mind went completely blank as she imagined his hands on her. She had imagined this very scenario and had even woken herself up sweating and aroused. And he was right, what was she afraid of. They were both consenting adults and she did like massages.

She stepped past him, kneeling on the blanket looking up at him with what she hoped was a look of defiance or barring that a passable poker face.

"You know," he began as he lowered himself to a kneeling position in front of her, "you don't have to worry so much all the time."

"Is my poker face really all that bad?"

Seto's hand lifted brushing a stray strand of damp hair back from her face before coming to rest on her shoulder.

"No, you have a very good poker face. It's your hands. You fidget when you're nervous."

Serenity startled, releasing her hands from holding the pillow letting it drop at the head of the blanket.

She squinted at him determined not to let him get the better of her.

"And I bet you have a perfect poker face. No tells. Nothing."

His hands moved up to the belt of her robe and began to work it loose. She felt herself go rigid with nervousness, fighting to keep her hands still.

"No not always. Depends on the situation. Depends on who I'm with."

His eyes met hers and he smiled, the belt coming loose around her waist and the robe falling partially open.

She though he would open her robe further in that moment but he surprised her yet again by turning away from her and rolling up his sleeves with the practiced efficiency of someone used to wearing suits for a living. She saw him reach for the oil on the table behind him.

"Please remove your robe and lay on your stomach."

Shocked and a little confused she pulled the robe off in one movement and lay face down on the blanket, pillow under her head, her hands under the pillow above her head. She waited, naked for what seemed like an eternity in her mind, suddenly wondering if he saw her and changed his mind.

The negative thought was banished from her mind at the tentative touch of his fingers on her skin. Oil slicked her skin as his hands glided whisper light across her back. Her skin tingled where he touched her and she shivered involuntarily.

"Are you cold?"

His breath was warm on her neck as he whispered in her ear.

"No."

Her eyelids fell closed as she enjoyed the pleasure of his hands as they gently massaged her neck, shoulders and back. Her body was responding to his touch and she hoped he couldn't tell from that angle how aroused she was.

And then his hands brushed the side of breasts. She moaned. She couldn't help herself. It had been so unexpected. He had in fact kept his ministrations to her back and neck until that moment. She felt his hand along her side and as if her body had a will of its own she arched slightly and his hand brushed achingly close to her nipple. Her heart pounded, suddenly wondering why this had been her fantasy. This was torture. She almost whimpered when his hands moved back to her lower back. His fingers working diligently along her spine.

She thought she might die.

And then almost as she had begun to feel relaxed by his decidedly PG rated ministrations his long digits moved down and across her backside and down the backs of her legs

She could feel her body building towards release even as his hands left her thighs and travelled with aching slowness down the backs of her legs. She had long since forgotten to control her moans of pleasure. No man had ever excited her as much as Seto. It took every ounce of self-control not to jump him right then.

"Were supposed to be friends." She felt her body go rigid.

Slowly very slowly his fingers brushed her up the inside of her thighs. One finger brushing against her slit.

At that very moment she wished he would put his fingers inside her, she felt herself arch involuntarily towards him.

She tensed. Realization suddenly dawning on her.

What am I waiting for?

She turned onto her side and sat up. Very aware that she was naked. She tucked her legs beneath her body so that she faced him. Her hands slid around his neck as she pressed her lips to his, her body hard against his. His lips were warm, as his tongue met hers. Her hands travelled slowing feeling for buttons. Previous nervousness gone she deftly slipped each button open. His skin was warm and toned under her eager finger tips. His own hands had resumed their exploration of her body as they cupped her breasts. She gasped as his deft fingers teased her nipples. She looked into his eyes. His ice blue eyes locked on hers as she unzipped his jeans and slipped her hand inside. She wrapped one hand around his already engorged length and squeezed gently. His eyes fluttered closed and he groaned as her hand slid slowly up and down. After a few moments his eyes opened a wicked grin spreading across his face. Serenity felt one of his hands splayed across her lower back and the other was sliding down her stomach. She wondered briefly when he had moved his hands from her breasts.

She gasped as a long finger plunged itself suddenly into her. She couldn't help but close her eyes and revel in the delicious feeling of his long finger inside her, his thumb brushing her already sensitive clit. A shiver of pleasure slid across her as his lips brushed her neck.

"Your so wet Serenity." Whispered Seto, his lips brushing her ear.

"Tell me what you want?"

A second long finger entered her and it took her a moment to comprehend his words and then form an answer to his question. She licked her lips.

"Take off your pants."

She gasped as his fingers slipped out of her. Her own hand moving away as he slid his pants off. She bent her head to the side to watch him. She felt her breath catch at the sight of him naked. He was even excellent at removing his clothes, all grace and seduction. And then he was hovering over her one long leg between her legs, eyes on hers. She couldn't have looked away even if she wanted to. He was beautiful.

She felt her hands lift up of their own accord and brush lightly down his chest. And then his lips were on hers. His body pressed against hers. She could feel his desire hard between them. Her hands encircled his back and as she felt him move his weight shifting and then his was inside her.

It had been a long time. Too long for Serenity. Pleasure raced across Serenity's body as Seto sunk himself to the hilt inside her. She gasped as she felt his finger slid between them, rubbing her core. He moved with agonizing slowness. She moaned as her release hit her. Her muscles clenching around him. He grinned at her, knowledge of his effect on her plain on his face. When the last of the tremors had subsided she felt herself growing more confident.

She flipped him.

It had been surprisingly easy. One minute he was above her and the next she had him on his back and she sat atop him.

She wiggled her hips experimentally from her new position eliciting a gasp. Her hands roamed his torso as she started moving, slowly at first and then quickening her pace. At some point her hands found his and they laced their fingers together. His eyes had closed his body rigid under hers. Her own breathing was coming out hard, her skin flushed and damp with exertion.

His eyes opened, meeting hers, his hips thrust up and she felt him spend himself inside her, her own movements stopping.

He sat up. And she grinned at him as she leaned in to kiss him. She couldn't help it, she laughed. The anxiety from earlier gone. She felt sated and relaxed in the heady post coitus atmosphere. Disentangling herself from him she flopped down next to them on the blanket.

One arm slithered under her shoulders, the other sliding across her waist as he pulled her closer to him.

"Oh Seto I needed that."

"No Serenity, we needed that."

She laughed again enjoying the moment.

"So now that you know my fantasy, it's only fair that you tell me yours."

Warm lips brushed Serenity's ear and neck. She shivered as his teeth grazed her neck. His hand pulling her tighter against his body.

"Win and I'll show you."